Night Destiny
Artificial Mango Pujak Papa Azka

Azka gulped a rough spit. Climb the mango tree and take its topmost fruit. Jeez, does it have to be this way suffered by a husband whose wife is cravings.

"Honey. You really want me to climb?" Salsa nodded, "So you want me to fall?."

"Yes, don't want to. What the hell, if you fall, I'm the one who bothered. He said he promised to serve whatever my needs were. Nothing to pray for falls like that. Don't don't don't you don't want to talk about it."

Azka wave, "It's not that, baby. You love me, don't you?" Salsa just stared flat at her husband. "You also know that I can't climb. It's not like the mango I got fell, baby."

Salsa looked at Azka's face which looked clear. True also, her husband could not climb, if it fell, how the fate of her and her baby.

"Yes already. Don't have to climb. But you've got to make me a good mango bunjak."

Suddenly Azka's smile expanded. "If it's just for the sake of your soul, leave it to your handsome husband."

Salsa smiled, she hugged her husband again. It felt, not finished taking off the miss with the handsome man. I don't know what time the two finally entered into the dream world.

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The pair of prospective Father and Mother looked so happy. Azka did not let go of her arm even when she was driving. The man's smile continued to rise to accompany the happiness he now felt.

"Mother's child, come!," cried Gita who immediately approached the child and his daughter-in-law who had not even gotten out of the car.

"Mother is glad you came here" said Gita who immediately embraced Salsa as soon as her daughter-in-law was out of the car.

"You don't work, Ka?," said Dirga, who was sitting there enjoying her warm tea.

"Hom pregnant mom is cravings. Anyway, we just met again, of course I won't waste time to continue with Salsa."

Dirga smiled, "Yes, let's go in. You guys haven't had breakfast yet, have you? We eat together."

Azka nodded, while Gita first brought her daughter-in-law in and headed for the dining table.

"Mother forgets her own child" Azka chirped

"Ck, don't envy your own wife."

"Of course not, Dad. It doesn't matter that you love Salsa more than me. What matters is that Salsa loves me!."

"Buckin!."

The father and son followed their wives to the table. Salsa and Gita are seen sitting sweetly, waiting for food to be served.

"Dad, Azka, come sit down. We eat together."

Two different men of that generation occupy their respective seats. "Which saga, Bun. He wasn't called?" asked Azka.

"Saga left for work early in the morning. Said there was an important meeting."

"Yes, now let's eat."

They enjoyed their breakfast. Azka kept her promise, she served her wife and gave her what she wanted.

"Already, Mas. I will soon eat Rujak. So you can't be full."

"Do you want to do it?" asked Dirga

"Yes, Dad. I want something else - seger. Behind the house there are mangoes, right? I want to eat mango."

Gita smiled, "Let's ask Mang Udin to get the mango. Let Mother make the season."

Salsa shook her head, "The baby wants to eat mango dishes made by papa Azka."

Gita and Dirga looked at each other and smiled, "Yes already. Now finish the meal first. Somewhat unfortunate, you will ask to make a rujak with your husband."

They continued to eat their breakfast. After breakfast, Gita invites the daughter-in-law to chat. Likewise with Azka who joined the roost as if he did not want to be far from Salsa. Though the women - the woman discussed the problem of pregnancy.

" Well, I want it now."

Azka smiled, "Yes already. I used to go kitchen first, make you rujak. Mang Udin took his mangoes."

Salsa smiled happily, "Yes already spit."

Azka stood up and was about to step up,

"Mas. I want the mangoes in a rough grate. Don't forget to add chili and orange slices. Add a little sugar."

"Okay princess!."

Salsa can't wait to eat the mango. Every now and then he gulped at the thought of how fresh the young mango was.

Before long Azka came to bring a bowl that certainly contains the order of his wife.

"Please."

Salsa smiled broadly at the order she had prepared. Gita grimaced to see it, the color of the sauce slightly reddened mixed with green. Of course the combination of chilli and lime.

Salsa took a spoon and immediately bribed the mango into her mouth.

"How, delicious?," asked Azka curiously.

"Boy!."

Azka smiled with relief, at least she did not disappoint her craving wife. But just a few bribes, Salsa has stopped eating.

"Why have you, have you just had a few bribes."

"It's important to eat what I want."

"Will I put the fridge? Later if peng-!".

"You are the one who eats! Until we're done!."

Glug